I began to slowly back away as he came closer to me. It didn't take long until I was backed up into a wall with the frightening figure in front of me.
Suddenly, he yanked me by the hair to pull me closer. He didn't pull hard enough to pull but it was enough to get his point across.
"Are you a spy? " He snapped.
My eyes widened at the question. I thought he was furious because I was present in his room while he was there but he was angry because he thought I was snooping for information for other Mafias. It made sense. He probably thought I was using the maid attire as a disguise to get into his room and steal information.
My pulse quickened on this thought and I immediately managed to croak out. "N-not! I-i am just a maid".
The Don's eyes furrowed and he gave my face a quick scan to see if I was lying.
After a few seconds that felt like an eternity, he let my head go.
There was a moment of silence. With Alister gaping at me with a suspicious look and me standing in the spot, too afraid to move.
"Then what the fuck do you think you are doing? " He broke the silence with the same frightening tone.
"I-i was assigned to clean this room" I answered so softly I didn't think he would hear it, but he did.
"Oh? Is that what you were doing? Because to me it looked like you were laying on the floor, hours after you were supposed to be done" Alister questioned with a sinister infliction. His voice had since softened but it was still overly intimidating. I felt like dying right there and then.
My mind tried to come up with something to reply with, but there was nothing I could say that resembled a proper excuse and would not get me punished. I was as good as dead.
I took a deep breath before murmuring a soft cry.
"I-i'm so sorry I was cleaning your room a -and then S-suddenly I just fainted. I'm so sorry! I have t-these panic attack s-sometimes. It will never happen again. Please don't h-hurt me".
Alister still had a frown on his face. His expression expressed pure anger and yet it held a smidge of sympathy, but he hid it so quickly, that I thought I just have imaged it.
" Get out".
My body stood still as he answered me. I looked at him with wide eyes. Was he letting me go? Without punished?
Or will I get it later?
"Didn't you hear me? Get the fuck out! " Alister growled.
He didn't need to tell me a third time as I was already running out of the door and onto the stairs.
...........
It was 2:00 am.
Thankfully, my horrible encounter with the Don didn't tie into my schedule therefore I have not received whips for no attendance.
I couldn't sleep that night. I couldn't be too sure if some guard would burst in at any moment so I would receive my whips.
However morning came and no guests was in sight.
I wasn't sure if I avoided him or if I was just waiting for an inevitable ending.
The thought was not helping to cease my panic attack that was about to emerge.
It was now 04:30 and I, as well as the other kitchen maids were now on our way to prepare breakfast.
While on the way there, I quickly remembered I had to check whose room I was cleaning tonight.
After the disaster that happened last time, I was really shaken up and was already dreading having to go again.
I stopped before the list and took a deep breath.
I stepped forward until I was face to face with the words that change my life forever.
I put my finger on the list and scrolled down until it reached my name and the person who I was to assist today.
No.
No
Don Alister Mancini- kamala Anderson.